info wrote:マシュー·コールマン友
人はゾーニング
男性
学校で
heat of the moment wrote:"Why, you wanna tell me how to live my life?
Who, are you to tell me if it's black or white?
Mama, can you hear me? Try to understand.
Is innocence the difference between a boy and a man?
My daddy lived the lie, that's just the price that he paid
Sacrificed his life, just slavin' away.
Ohhh, if there's one thing I hang onto,
That gets me through the night.
I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,
I'm gonna live my life.
Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,
Standing on the ledge, I show the wind how to fly.
When the world gets in my face,
I say, Have A Nice Day.
Have A Nice Day
Take a look around you; nothing's what it seems
We're living in the broken home of hopes and dreams,
Let me be the first to shake a helping hand.
Anybody brave enough to take a stand,
I've knocked on every door, on every dead end street,
Looking for forgiveness,
what's left to believe?
When The world keeps trying, to drag me down,
I gotta raise my hands, I'm gonna stand my ground.
Well I say, Have A Nice Day."
- Matt's eyes had been watching the tiled floor passing under him. He looked up to see his best friend -- probably his only friend -- coming towards him, a warm smile spread across her face. He couldn't help the smirk that played on his lips. As much as it hurt to see her everyday -- so happy even while she was breaking his heart -- he loved it. His smile wavered for only a second as she greeted him. It never really seemed fair to him that he had to suck up all of his feelings towards her as she talked about other guys. But, he had to remind himself: fair is something the world made up that doesn't exist.
As she inquired about his life in the past few hours they hadn't been together, he forced himself to smile and to hide his true feelings for the moment. "As far as I can see," he said. "The sky is bright, the sun is shining, and Mr. Harrison is preparing my torture chamer for when I turn in this sorry excuse for an essay on World War Two. I don't think he's going to give me any windows. Not even for my wonderful illistrations of ponies and ninjas bouncing around the page. Why? What's up with you?"



